Yay! This story is finally under way! And it's about time too I feel like I've been going out of my mind with the stuff happening this past few days.
On thanksgiving day we had a death in the family- It wasn't my grandma, but this still leads me to believe that she'll out live us all- Anyways it was my first cousin's Nana, she was in her eighties and she had cancer. I don't recall ever meeting her but my mom and dad were pretty upset about it so she much have been one of the good ones.
Then another cousin; my no good bastard cousin Kevin (the liar, theif, druggy- the same man that we worried would pimp out his daughter Amy when she was just an infant) wound up in the hosptial from liver and kidney failure and he was calling everyone asking if they would donate organs.
Frankly I hope he kicks it- he's never done a damn thing for anyone in his life aside from fuck people over.
And then my aunt from my dads side came down and started asking about some of the antique jewelry that my grandmother gave to me years before she died. Now kittens let me elaberate on why this is upsetting to me-
The pieces she's been asking about are worth between 45,000- to a hundred thousand dollars each. They are unique one of a kind pieces that my grandfather spent millions on to get for my grandmother in their earlier days.
And my aut has an outstanding rep for selling these things once she gets them. Which was why they were left to me. My mammaw Kay didn't trust my aunt or her kids because they aren't any good.
Now I know that mammaw Kay was her mother and all, but she isn't getting those pieces because she'll sell them, ruin them, let others take them from her.
Those pieces will stay in the family. If anything happens to me- they go straight to my dad and mom and brother and they know not to give her anything, so she's shit out of luck beacuse I will protect those pieces with lethal force if I need too.
Ah...it feels so good to rant... Anywho here is the next chapter of Broken Dolls. Enjoy!
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Kakashi stepped into Naru's apartment with a feeling of apprehention and dropped the duffle bags that he'd brought with him, containing his clothing, a pair or so of shoes, some civilian clothing, his brush, toothbrush and a few things that he hadn't wanted to leave behind at his place.
He looked around and took a deep shuddering breath, trying to squash the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. This was his home now. His and Naru's. From now until the day they both died, just as he'd promised Kyubbi-
They would never be apart.
He did a quick sweep of the living room, noting the furniture was outdated, torn, the upholstery faded, some pieces like the couch had little specks of blood on them. Note to self- Buy Naru some more furnature. Kakashi thought as he did a slow walk around the room. Musing that it was ironic, he'd been in the place a million times yet he'd never noticed the faded threadbare carpet on the floor, the tattered mismatching curtains hanging above the broken window, the peeling pale yellow wall paper-
God how could he have never noticed before the sort of squalor that Naru had grown up in? Had he always been so blind to her suffering before this? He knew the answer before he had the chance to really think about it and hung his head in shame.
Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with him? Why had he never said or did anything about the way she lived? Because way back then you didn't really care. She was a link to the past that you mourned and wanted desperately to forget. It was true he supposed. Back then when she had been young, he hadn't cared like he'd been meant too. He'd tried to avoid her. Avoid looking at her, hearing her-
Her very presence had both lit up his dimly lit world and made him dislike her all the more.
He raised his head a little bit and started moving around the living room again wondering if he'd maybe hated her a little bit back then.
No. You never hated her- A foreign voice said from somewhere deep in his mind before continuing. You were one of the precious few incapable of hating her. A small comfort, I know. But that at least is the truth in your heart. Kakashi went completely still and tilted his head to the side. That wasn't one of his usual inner voices talking to him just now.
There was something akin to a rumbling laugh, though he got the impression it was very soft. Do you know who I am pup?
Kakashi thought for a moment before answering, My sanity fleeing my mind. He sounded almost hopeful, even to himself. How messed up was that? There was another rumbling laugh and Kakashi could swear that for a split second he saw a pair of mismatched eyes in a largely massive glowing whitish blue canine like face, hovering right in front of him.
But he blinked and the next instant it was gone and he was once alone in Naru's apartment. Hn. That was weird. Kakashi thought, half expecting the voice to say something else. And merely shrugged it off as a halucination or something from the lack of rest in recent days when nothing happened.
He continued his walk through Naru's home- now his own home, making a list of the various things that would need to be done to improve it before making his way back to the living room and into the small kitchen attached to the room and checked it to see what Naru had.
The fridge was empty aside from a small opened can of tuna. There was no drinks, no eggs, no vegetables or fruits. It was as if a ghost was living here or something. Right, food- She'll need food to get completely better. Kakashi thought as he drummed his fingers on the open fridge door before slamming it closed and heading towards the door intending to get some groceries and check out some furniture at the nearest store to see if he could take care of some of the smaller things before Naru came home.
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Naru walked out of the hospital with a sense of relief, happy to finally be out of such an annoying and fussy place when she suddenly found herself surrounded by the guys of the rookie nine. She squeaked, startled by their sudden appearance as they all looked her over before Neji asked in a concerned tone. "Naru, how are you feeling?" As Shino took the small overnight bag that held her dirty clothes in it from her limp fingers.
"I, uh.. W-What are you- Why are you-" Naru seemed to stumble over her own words, wanting to ask the guys what they were doing waiting on her but was cut off by Kiba who politely said.
"Please just answer the question Naru."
Naru blinked at him and abruptly snapped her mouth shut for a moment before saying. "I'm fine."
"Are you? Are you really?" Neji asked curiously as he tilted his head and studied her for a moment. She frowned at him not understanding what he meant when Lee asked.
"How is your memory? Have you gotten it back yet?"
Naru looked right at him with a puzzled frown on her face and wondered, My memory? What the hell is wrong with my memory? "What are you talking about Lee? My meomory is fine." The group exchanged a look then glanced back at Naru.
The puzzle from before rising up in their minds. There was something going on and it looked like Naru was being kept out of the loop just as much as they were if she didn't even relaize that Tsunade herself had diagnosed her with amnesia just a few days ago when she had still been burning up with fever.
Kiba was about to point out something to Naru when Neji and Shino both elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up and smiled at their confused friend. "Sorry. Our mistake Naru. Perhaps we were thinking of something else-" Shino said as Neji reached out and wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders and said.
"Let us visit for a while, while we walk you home." Naru nodded her head and felt a sudden sliver of fear. What the hell was going on with everyone? And why was she being left in the dark?
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Kakashi had finished the grocery shopping a little while ago and was currently in the nearest furniture store close to Naru's place trying out a couch. He'd already found a new carpet for her aprtment, a new dining room set of white oak chairs and a small table, some new coffee tables a book shelf three potential new beds- one for him and one for her.
A small chair to go in the corner of the living room with one of the shelves he'd found and the couch he was trying out- Oh god the couch was as comfortable as a cloud.
He flopped over onto his side to test it a little more and sighed in pleasure and felt himself starting to doze off. Oh this was good. This was very good. He couldn't recall a time he'd ever sat or laid on something so soft and comfortable.
He heard someone walking by and absently dug out a small piece of paper with Naru's address on it and some of the cash he'd withdrawn from his life savings and held his arm up and said tiredly, "I'll take it. Deliver it to the place on the piece of paper."
He kept his arm up until he felt the money and papaer being taken from him before letting it fall and sighed contentedly a second before he started snoring.